The whole day went pretty much very quiet. Our journey was going very slow. When night finally fell, we camped on a grassy field just outside the forest.

"Is this where we're sleeping?!" I asked in shock. "Aren't there hotels? Where do I go if I need to pee? What about a shower? Brushing my teeth? Anything?!"

Aragorn smirked. "If you do feel the need to relieve yourself, there are trees over there."

I raised my eyebrows at this. "You're kidding right?"

"Why do you say that? Even if you are speaking the same language, it sounds like a foreign tongue." Legolas said, looking at me curiously.

"No, you speak the foreign tongue. You guys sound like we're back in the 14th century. You know what? You don't only sound like it. You look, smell, taste, and feel like it!" I said, annoyed.

"Taste and fell?" Legolas asked with a small smile.

I opened my mouth to respond but I realized my mistake. I shrugged my shoulders. "I was thinking about the five senses." I answered casually. When he smiled, I could've died.

Aragorn had fallen asleep quite quickly. I came to the thought of preparing for bed.my king sized water bed. I pouted at the thought of its softness. I shook my head disapprovingly and went to fetch Legolas' water bottle. I rinsed my mouth and poured the rest of it onto my face. Suddenly, the bottle was taken away from me.

"You used the rest of our water supply to wash your face?" Legolas asked disbelievingly.

I looked at him weird. "Whoa, don't have to get all bitchy with me. It's just a bit of water." I explained.

"Just a bit of water," Legolas repeated exasperatedly, "that was the rest of our water."

I stared at him as if the matter was nothing. "Oh well," Sensitive people can be so fussy. I headed to a spot away from both Legolas and Aragorn. I stared into the flames of a fire that they had started. Where am I? Who are these people? Being around two not bad looking strangers was awkward. It was cool, but scary. I felt so alone.so lost.

Legolas sat down beside me. He took from his pouch some bread. "Are you hungry?"

I took the bread from him and bit into it, hoping it wasn't poisoned. Once I swallowed it, I felt like I couldn't eat anymore. "What is this?"

"That is Lembas bread. One small bite can fill a grown man's stomach." Legolas explained. I handed him back the remaining piece. He took it and put it away. "What is your name for we told ours?"

I looked unsurely at him but told the truth anyway. "Jocelyn," I said. Somehow I felt closeness between us. I felt like I could trust him.a little!

Legolas smiled. "That is a beautiful name. What of your history? Where are your parents?"

Now I wasn't sure to tell him the truth or not. Should I tell him that I don't belong here?

'What do you mean don't belong here?! If you say that, he'd take you as some alien. Then you'll be alone and lost!'

"They died in an accident."

"Oh, I am terribly sorry." Legolas said sympathetically. I nodded along.

"What about your family? What's it like being Santa's son?" I really didn't think Legolas was Santa's son. I thought I'd just play along. I mean, look at this place! It didn't even look a bit close to anything like the North Pole.

"It is hard work, but I would not complain. It is my duty."

"Yes, your duty to bring happiness to all children." I said, smirking.

"Children? My duty is to serve my father, not children."

"Same thing," I said and waved my hand as to dismiss the subject.

I turned to look at him. The fire cast a dancing shadow on his face. It made his eyes come alive with emotion. I noticed his skin was smooth and flawless. His lips were thin and of a pale pink. He had a straight nose and an oval face. My eyes traveled to his ears. "Wow, did you glue it on?" I asked, amazed. I reached out and touched the tip of his pointed ear.

Legolas gasped and pulled away. "What was that for?"

"It actually felt real." I said looking at him astonished.

"It is real." He stated obviously.

I snorted. "Right, you're a good liar."

"I am not lying." He argued.

"Let me see again!" I demanded as I crawled towards him.

"You can see but do not touch." He removed the hand that he used to hold me back.

"I can't seem to find the line where the fake one meets yours." I raised my hand to touch it.

He grabbed my hand, frustrated and sighed. "It is not fake." He tugged on his own ear to prove it to me.

Though his hand felt cool and nice on mine, I pulled it away from his hurriedly. "So it's real?"

"Yes."

"So you're an elf?"

"Yes."

"So you're not human?"

"Yes," he said rather impatiently.

I felt the colour drain from my face. I backed away from him.

"What is wrong?" he asked.

"You lied to me." I whispered in horror.

"When did I? I would never." He said seriously.

"You didn't tell me you were an elf."

"I did. You also called me Santa's helper. Do you not remember?" he asked.

"But I thought you were only kidding?" I stood up. The affect of the leaves were wearing away, but I ignored the pain. I put all my weight on my left foot. I couldn't stand the truth about him. In other words, he was a monster.

"Where are you going?" Legolas asked when I started to walk away.

"I can't stay here." I whispered. I turned and stumbled towards the forest.

"Jocelyn, come back! It is not safe to go out alone!" Legolas stood up and ran after me. He caught up easily and grabbed my arm from behind.

He pulled me off my balance and I fell onto his chest. I felt every muscle move on his torso while he supported me. "No, let me go!" I tried to pry my arm from his tight grasp but it was futile. I looked up into his face and saw that he was in concentration. "Let me go!" I demanded again.

"Shh!" Legolas hushed.

Then I heard a soft rustle of leaves within the thick trees of the forest. Legolas took out the pouch containing lembas and threw it at Aragorn to wake him. He sat up with a jolt. Legolas then swiftly picked up his bow and quiver, releasing me. "Jocelyn, move back. Go back!" he shouted at me.

I didn't dare disobey him. I walked as fast as I could to where our campfire was. Aragorn was now standing with his sword in his hand.

Out of the forest came about thirty orcs. I stared in horror as each of them came out from behind the trees. I recognized them as the ones who shot me before. They had followed us! I tripped over Aragorn's bag as I was stepping backwards. As I fell, I caught some of the orc's attention and they ran towards me. I quickly stood up but fell down again in my haste. "Shit!"

One of the orcs sneered and raised his sword. Just as he was about to bring it down, an arrow pierced him from behind. I sighed in relief.

"Get up," Legolas offered me his hand. I took it and brushed myself down. As I turned around I saw an arrow whizzing towards me. Before the arrow was close enough to hurt me, a blur zoomed in front of me and I was out of harm's way. The thing was, Legolas had an arrow through his right shoulder and another was that he just saved my freaking goddamn life. I stared in shock at the half of the arrow sticking out of his back.

"Are you ok?" I asked tapping his left shoulder. It was a really smart question to ask, really.

He didn't utter any words of pain. Instead, he threw his dagger aimlessly in front of him which surprisingly hit the orc who shot him. Without hesitation, he looked at me over his shoulder and requested, "Break the tip off the arrow." Well, it was more like commanded. I was not happy at his command.

"I can't do that."

"You have to or we shall all perish before the sun rises."

I placed my hands on my waist. "Well, that's just funny because we're going to die anyway!" I shouted reasonably.

"Break the tip," he said each word slowly and clearly.

I sighed dejectedly. I took hold of the arrow with my best effort of not hurting him, broke off the tip. Legolas didn't wince in pain. He pulled the rest of the arrow out of his shoulder from the front. I covered my mouth in disgust. Blood oozed out from his wound. I went over to support him, but he shook my hand off. He went off to finish the orcs.

With the help of Legolas, Aragorn killed the rest of the orcs. I smiled in triumph but that smile didn't last long. Legolas had fallen onto his knees. Aragorn noticed the direction of where my eyes were looking and gasped, "You are hurt!" Then slowly a smile appeared. "And finally," he added. Legolas smiled back weakly.

I walked forward and knelt behind Legolas. I lowered him onto my lap. "Is he going to die?" I asked, concerned. He was going to die saving me.

Legolas placed his hand on mine and gave me a comforting squeeze. "I will not. I promise."

I shook my head disbelievingly. He was the one who's hurt but he was comforting me! What kind of a monster was he? I couldn't believe he just ran in front of me. I looked into his eyes. I could tell that he was trying to hide the pain but I could see it drifting deep inside his pupils. He was so stupid. He was willing to risk his life for.for me. "What are we going to do?!"

Aragorn went to get his bag. He came back with leaves in his hand.

"Leaves again! Are you into herb medicine?" I exclaimed.

"This is Athelas. It will help heal his wound." Aragorn crushed it between his fingers. It gave out a sweet and pungent fragrance. "Rip open his tunic." He told me.

I nodded and with my trembling hands, I tore open Legolas' bloodied up shirt. I looked away as his shoulder came into view.

Aragorn added a little of his saliva to the crushed leaves and applied it to Legolas' wound. Legolas' tense muscles quickly relaxed. Aragorn tore a strip of cloth from his own tunic. He tied up Legolas' wounded shoulder. "Rest now, my friend. Keep him warm." Aragorn said to me. I took off the cloak Legolas gave me and wrapped it around its owner. "That will not be enough. He needs body warmth." My mouth hung open in confusion at Aragorn's words. "Hold him."

"Oh," I laid down beside Legolas. I put his head on my good shoulder and placed my arm under his neck. He carried me this far. I guess it's only fair that I help him now. With my left hand, I held his left.

Legolas looked up at me with sincerity. "Thank you."

I looked back at him surprised. I didn't expect him to thank me. 'That's what happens to rich bitches.' Shut up, brain! I smiled. "You're welcome."

Legolas covered me with the cloak also then went to sleep. His forehead touched my chin. I shivered. He was ice cold. I held him tighter and pressed my warm cheek against his forehead. Elf or no elf, I didn't want him to die.

"Why did you do it?" I asked him. I just had to get it out of my system. I knew he was still awake. I looked down at him and waited for his reply.

Legolas breathed in deeply and slowly exhaled while opening his eyes. It didn't contain pain anymore but fatigue. It made me feel guilty, which was a hard thing to do, to wake him when he was injured. "It was not yet your time to go." Legolas replied softly.

"And it was yours?" I questioned.

Legolas quirked his eyebrow and said, "It is not your place to question me." He smirked.

"What makes you so much better?"

"I am a prince." Legolas said with a little trace of pride in his tone.

"You just saved me. That doesn't make you a prince." I retorted.

"Yet it makes you alive and complaining." He looked up at me with that smile of his.

I jumped to my feet which sent Legolas rolling onto his side causing him pain. The moment I had stood up, I fell back down because of my broken ankle. "I am not complaining! I'm good enough to be lying here keeping your filthy body warm!" I didn't think Legolas heard me because he was too busy clutching his shoulder in agony. I looked over at Aragorn, who was sitting by the fire wiping the blood off his sword, and saw him staring at us curiously. I had better not let him know what I'd done to Legolas. "You're lucky you're so good looking, or else I'd kick your ass." I laughed at the look on his face. My eyes wandered to his shoulder and I stopped laughing instantly. "Shit, you're bleeding."

"Oh, am I?" Legolas said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes. "You better thank the gods my dad made me take First Aid last summer. Well, if I remember that is." I said pensively. "Ok, I remember there's a step where you apply pressure." I placed both my hands on his wound, right on top of left, and pressed down.

"Ow!" Legolas exclaimed.

"Alright, not that much pressure." I said, laughing.

"I cannot believe you find this situation laughable." Legolas shook his head disapprovingly.

"I don't think it's funny!" I argued.

"Then why are you laughing?" he asked, looking at me with his lavender blue eyes.

"It's just.funny." I couldn't find any other word to describe the situation at hand.

"Pardon? I do not think the Shire heard you."

I knew he was teasing me. I wrinkled my nose in frustration. I wasn't a big fan of being insulted. I grabbed his neck and started shaking him.

"Ah, what are you trying to do? Finish off death's work?!"

I laughed. Even though Legolas was injured, he was strong enough to push me over and pin me down.

"I am the sick person. You are supposed to be taking care of me, not trying to kill me."

I tried to keep a straight face. "Alright," Then I noticed out position and how inappropriate it was. I quickly looked away. Legolas cleared his throat lightly then moved off me to my right. "Let me help you with that." I tightened the bandage on his shoulder. "Let's hope this stop." While I was tying the bandage, I felt Legolas' eyes wash over my face. I felt really nervous, but I just had to look up at him. His eyes stood out twinkling against the dark black sky. I couldn't stand his stare so I laid down on my back right next to him.

"Are you not supposed to keep me warm?"

I was surprised at this question. "Right," I muttered. I moved closer and wrapped my arms around him. I fixed the cloak over us and fell silent again, yet the silence wasn't an awkward one. I felt at peace. I felt at peace with a stranger.monster. Was this normal? There was something about him that attracted me. He had strength, both inner and outer. He didn't seem to care who it was but if someone was in need, he'd be there even if it was an ant. As my mind roamed these thoughts, my eyes slowly drifted close.